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ive unintentionally become the embodiment of death if not some kind of variation of it. if I scare my CMs more, it's understandable now.
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¤( ooc )#there's been death things all week for me. close calls or actually seeing something happen in real time.#losses. grief.#the number of times it's come up#and my coworkers lmao. spare them.#this guy who keeps trying to talk to me saw Binx tattoos and went 'those are real? I feel like I seen those eyes somewhere like in a movie#or smth' and he kept guessing I was like.. deadpan..#'no. he was real. he wasn't from a film'#and the guy didn't seem to get it and was like 'haha was?' I was like 'hes dead' he got so quiet fjnsjdbsjd#first the ashes and now this djjsjdjebdjsbnd#accidentally just talks about death bc the things people point out on me is death related or smth like gOD.#I'm trying to grieve but it just fjsbjd sorry maaaan. sorry.#ty for liking the work but it's depressing details jsyk sorry sorry fisndjdhdbd#bless him he tried lightening the mood by going 'wow he was young. I can tell you loved him dearly for getting that'#oh sweet sir. you wouldn't - couldn't imagine how much I loved him.
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tattoo artist!Eddie x fem!tattoo artist!reader
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cw: some suggestive language
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This series is being discontinued until further notice, but feel free to keep reading if you'd like!
part one part three part four
You stepped into your apartment and were immediately met by your cat, Binx. He rubbed his head against your leg and you reached down and scratched him right between his ears before heading into the bathroom. You flipped on the light and stood in front of the mirror, turning your arm to see your tattoo again. You still couldnât believe how good it had turned out and knew that you were going to stare at in the mirror any chance you got.
Your mind drifted to Gareth and you couldnât help but feel bad for the way things ended between the two of you. After he came over the night he did your tattoo, you ended up sleeping together that night only to decide that you would have been better off as friends, not having as much in common as you initially thought. You both thought that was the better option since neither of you saw a future together.
As if reading your mind, your cell phone dinged, signaling that you had a text. You pulled it out of your purse and sure enough, it was from an unknown number you could only assume was Gareth. Your heart raced as you opened it, terrified to see what he had said.
Hey darlin, miss me?
You werenât sure why, but you couldnât help but feel like that wasnât actually him. He had never called you that in the two weeks that you had known him. A wrong number perhaps?
Who is this?
A few seconds later, your phone pinged again.
Who do you think it is?
The only person you could think of was Gareth, but you already had his number saved so it definitely wasnât him. You were hoping it was that guy you had met at the bar the other night.
Brad?
You crossed your fingers as your phone dinged again.
You wish
Another ping.
Itâs Eddie
You threw your phone onto your couch and took a pillow from it then shoved your face into it, letting out a loud scream. Of fucking course the only guy texting you was the one you couldnât stand. You had somehow run into the man everywhere you went and it was driving you crazy. He was always finding you, following you, showering you with his flirty words and you were sick of it. Once you had composed yourself, you took a deep breath and reached for your phone again.
How did you get this number?
All of the possible answers came to your mind but none of them were good. Couldnât he get his own life and stop ruining yours?
Took it from Garethâs phone when he wasnât looking
You could picture him smirking while typing out those words and it made you sick.
Well, delete it.
As soon as you sent the message, your phone buzzed letting you know that you were receiving a call from that very number. What the fuck was he playing at? It was as if he was trying to drive you crazy. And you were letting him get to you, falling right into his trap.
You hit the button with the red phone printed on it and shoved your phone back into your pocket only to hear the buzzing again. You pulled it back out and accepted the call, pressing the phone to your ear.
âWhat?â You spit.
âWoah, sugar,â he let out a chuckle and both it and the nickname made your skin crawl. âDeclining someoneâs call sends the message that you donât want to talk to them.â He had been bothering you and had the audacity to be offended that you didnât want to talk to him? Just hearing his voice made you angry. It sounded so grating, like nails on a chalkboard.
âI donât want to talk to you.â You were telling the truth. You only picked up to put an end to the way he was treating you. You couldnât take one more second of his teasing, wanting to finally put an end to it.
âThen why did you pick up?â You could hear the humor in his voice and desperately wished that you could reach through the phone and choke him out. Why did you always have the worst luck when it came to your love life? The men that you liked never liked you and the ones that did were always fucking creeps or walking red flags.
âTo tell you to fuck off or Iâm going to block you.â You liked the idea of holding the power to get rid of him for good. If he didnât have your number and changed all your usual hangout spots, you could finally be free from him.
âWell, that isnât very polite, is it?â Eddie wouldnât know what polite was if it hit him over the head, but he just liked to screw with you so heâd tease you any chance he got.
âYouâve been tormenting me for over a week and Iâm sick of your bullshit.â The man was everywhere, the grocery store you shopped at, the coffee shop you frequented, and even the bookstore you went to on occasion. It had gotten so bad that now his laughter was haunting your dreams. Because of him, you hadnât been able to get a single moment of peace and quiet since you met the man.
âI wouldnât call it torment.â He laughed again and your grip around your phone tightened as you let out a deep breath. That was what he wanted; to piss you off and you were offering him the exact reactions he wanted on a silver platter.
âThen what would you call it, Edward?â Eddie usually hated people using his full name, but hearing it fall from your lips did something to him. It made him feel some type of way, even if he wasnât sure what way that was.
âFlirting.â You just scoffed at that. He definitely needed to improve his skills, then. How he actually got women into bed youâd never know.
âThen you clearly need to crack open a dictionary because that was not flirting.â
âThen what was it?â There was a knock on the door and you opened it, your friend Meg on the other side holding a bag filled with takeout from your favorite Chinese restaurant. You had been so caught up in your pointless conversation with Eddie that you had completely forgotten that you had invited her over.
âI donât have time for this, I have things to do.â You let Meg inside and pointed to your phone, letting her know that you were speaking to someone and she put her pointer finger to her lips as she hurried inside, putting the food on your kitchen counter.
âLike what, dreaming about what I look like naked?â You pretended to throw up, making sure that he could hear you and Meg gave you a look, very interested in who you were talking to.
âYouâd like that, wouldnât you?â You scoffed. âNow lose this number or it wonât end well for you.â
âOh, what are you going to do? Spank me? I think I might be into that.â As soon as the words left his mouth, the line went dead and Eddie threw his phone onto his desk, not being able to keep his laughter to himself. There was just something so funny about riling you up. He then spun in his chair, rising from it and heading towards the door of his office. He opened it and Gareth was on the other side. Eddie pushed past him and Gareth followed him out into the main area, wondering why he was so smiley. Eddie was never smiley.
âWhat are you smiling about?â He asked as the two of them exited the hallway, passing the receptionistâs desk. Eddie had been in such a good mood all week and he wanted to know why.
âWouldnât you like to know?â Eddie let out a chuckle as he got to his station, making sure it was all nice and neat for his next client. Gareth sat in the chair that was next to Eddieâs station, leaning forward so the conversation could just be between the two of them.
âIs this about y/n? Why donât you just give it up, Eddie? Clearly sheâs not interested in you.â He wasnât so sure about that. No woman had ever turned him down and he wasnât going to let that start now. He was thinking about what it could do to his reputation and he didnât like the possible outcome. Heâd be damned if he let one rejection ruin everything he had built him up to be.
âAnd sheâs not interested in you either, so I guess weâre both shit out of luck, huh?â Eddie shook his head, putting away his sketch paper and other things that littered the small desk. Eddie had heard through the grapevine that you had ended things with Gareth and he was just trying to make Gareth feel as bad as he did.
âYouâre just mad because for once someone didnât fall for your tricks.â That was the truth, but Eddie would die before he ever admitted that. He saw your rejection as a challenge to try harder and heâd do whatever he could to finally get into your pants.
âAnd youâre just mad because she didnât choose you either.â Gareth actually wasnât mad, especially since it was a mutual decision to not continue whatever was going on between the two of you. That was the difference. You had actually wanted him once upon a time and the same couldnât have been said for Eddie.
âWell, you know what, at least I fucked her first, something that youâd know nothing about because finally someoneâs able to see through your bullshit.â Gareth didnât always have a temper, but when he did, he really knew how to hit Eddie where it hurt. âAnd guess what? Sheâs too good for you. Sheâs sweet and kind and actually cares about the people around her, something thatâs clearly a foreign concept to you.â
Eddie felt his blood boil at that. There wasnât a single lie in what Gareth had said and that was what pissed him off so much. He was just a selfish prick who didnât have any regard for anyoneâs feelings but his own. And that was clear by the way he was willing to destroy everyone and everything in his path to get what he wanted. At the end of the day, the only person Eddie wanted to be happy was Eddie.
âFuck you, Gareth.â Eddie stood from the little desk, pointing a finger at him. He wasnât going to let anyone insult him in his own building, not even his best friend.
âYouâd like that wouldnât you,â was all Gareth responded before standing up from the chair and heading over to his own station.
Eddie grumbled to himself as he finished prepping his station, trying to get himself out of his bad mood before his client showed up. He couldnât believe that he was letting Garthâs stupid words get to him. Maybe there was truth to them, but he only said them because he was upset. He needed to remind himself who the fuvl he was. He was Eddie Munson, a god in the tattoo industry and people were willing to kill just to get a sliver of a chance to work with him. He was hot shit and women were lining up to sleep with him. Fuck Gareth. He had no idea what he was talking about.
Gareth watched Eddie out of the corner of his eye, wondering what the hell had gotten into him. He wasnât always like that; so selfish and rude. Once upon a time, the two of them had been best friends. But as soon as women were actually interested in him and he got a little taste of fame, he wasnât the same guy that Gareth once knew. He was mean and seemed willing to whatever he saw fit, even if that meant hurting the people he cared most about.
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âSo, who was that?â Meg asked, as she pulled the containers out of the bag and set them on the counter. She had an idea of who it could have been by the way you were speaking, but she wanted to ask just to be sure.
âNobody,â you waved it off as you grabbed some plates from one of the cabinets. You really didnât want to talk about Eddie. Youâd honestly prefer to talk about literally anything else.
âWas it that guy who youâve been seeing everywhere?â After telling Meg about it, she had been invested in the whole thing, convinced that it had been fate. You werenât so sure you believed in that sort of thing. This was just another one of the universeâs cruel jokes that was being played on you. That seemed to be all your life was these days: a joke.
âYes.â You grabbed the container of fried rice and poured some onto your plate, trying to busy your mind. You were already growing tired of the conversation.
âWhat was his name again?â You were thinking of all the nicknames you had created for him over the past week, but those had just been an inside joke youâd keep to yourself since you were the only one who would have thought they were funny.
âEddie.â The name tasted like poison in your mouth anytime you said it and you were desperate to gargle something to remove the heavy feeling from your tongue.
âI donât see what the problem is, y/n. Heâs cute, you should go out with him.â Meg just didnât understand. Eddie wasnât actually interested in you, he just wanted to prove that you were into him. The whole thing was a game to him and you werenât going to play. Maybe that kind of thing worked on other women, but it wasnât going to work on you.
âYou know what else is cute? A dog. And you donât see me going out with them, do you?â You both served yourselves from the containers then grabbed some beers from your fridge before heading over to your kitchen table to eat. All of the arguing with Eddie caused you to work up an appetite.
âYouâre cranky,â she glared. She had never seen you like that so clearly it was bothering you. She didnât understand why you wouldnât just go out with him. It would have just taken one date and then he wouldâve been out of your hair for good.
âIâm sorry. Heâs just driving me crazy.â That much was obvious by the way you were behaving. You just wanted him to leave you alone, but apparently that was too much to ask.
âLet me get this straight; a gorgeous man has been dropped into your lap and you're not going to hit that?â Yes, exactly. Sure, maybe Eddie was gorgeous, but his terrible personality automatically made him unattractive.
âNo? Havenât you been listening? He doesnât even want to sleep with me. Heâs just trying to prove that I want him.â You picked up a piece of sesame chicken with your chopsticks and popped it into your mouth. You then looked back up at Meg and her face lit up as if a light bulb had gone off in her head.
âMaybe you could beat him at his own game,â she suggested with a shrug. You had no idea what she was getting at and waited for her to elaborate, but she didnât.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â Your eyebrows furrowed as you took a sip from your beer. Meg set her chopsticks down on her plate then turned fully to face you. She had her mischievous look on her face and you were unsure if you were going to like what she was going to say.
âYou turn the tables, play an Uno reverse card, if you will.â Your face lit up as you realized what he was hinting at. Of course! You were surprised you didnât think of it yourself. The answer had been right in front of you all along, but you had been too blinded by your rage to see it.
âMeg, youâre a genius!â You pulled her into a hug as best you could since you were both sitting. She wrapped her arms around you, giving you a tight squeeze before letting go.
âI do know what Iâm talking about sometimes, y/n.â She turned back in her chair and took another sip from her beer. The ears started turning in your head as you thought about all of the ways you could have messed with Eddie. Giving him a taste of his own medicine sounded so fun.
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The next morning, you texted Eddie and asked him to meet you at the arcade in town. The first phase of your plan had commenced and you hoped you could convince him that you were actually interested in him. Part of you felt bad for messing with his head until you remembered just how much joy he got fucking with you. He deserved to be shown what it felt like.
You spotted Eddie entering the arcade and applied some more of your lipgloss and fixed your hair before waving him over. He was dressed in a jean jacket over a faded band tee and a pair of baggy jeans which was more toned down than what you usually saw him in, but the look worked for him.
Eddie approached you and you held your arms out for a hug. He quickly pulled you in and you were surprised that his hand stayed at your back, not even trying to move further south like you had imagined. Not that you were imagining it.
He was unsure as to why you asked him to hangout, but he sure all hell wasnât going to question it. He assumed you just had a change of heart considering that a few days prior, if he had been on fire and you had a glass of water, you would have drank it.
He was just happy to be there with you, willing to do whatever you wanted. And he loved arcades, so it was a win-win. He had spent so much time at the one back home, trying his best to get his name onto every leaderboard.
âYou, know, Iâm kind of surprised you invited me to hang out,â he said, letting go of you, letting his arms fall back by his side.
âYou wore me down,â you let out a sigh. âI guess I just fell for your charms.â More like you were just trying to put an end to them.
âThey always do,â he draped an arm over your shoulders and yours went to his waist as you led him over to your favorite game.
You stood in front of the machine and Eddie just let out a laugh as he saw what it was. You rolled your eyes and put in a few quarters, waiting for the game to boot up.
âPac-Man, really?â He scoffed.
âYes, really. If you donât like it, you can leave.â Once the game booted up, you began to play and even though he had made fun of you, he had to admit you were really good. In only five minutes, you were able to get through ten levels.
He stood by and watched, mesmerized by the way your fingers moved as you stared at the screen, like you had memorized every single movement. He assumed that you must have played it multiple times to be so good at it.
Eddie moved to stand behind you, so close that you could feel his breath on your neck. It sent a chill down your spine and you were so focused on his close proximity that you werenât paying attention, causing your little guy to get eaten. You turned around, not able to ignore how good he smelled, but stood your ground, giving him a glare.
âWhatâs wrong, sweet thing?â His hands rubbed your arms sympathetically. âSad you lost?â He jutted out his bottom lip and you could practically feel it between your teeth as he let out a whimper as you bit down on it.
âYou did that on purpose!â You pushed his hands off of you, pointing at him.
âI did no such thing,â he put his hand up to his chest in feigned offense.
âCome here.â You grabbed him by the wrists and pulled him over to a photo booth that was only a few feet away.
âOh, looking for somewhere a little more private? I see you.â
âGet in,â you held open the curtain and Eddie moved slowly to get into the booth. âGo,â you gave him a shove and he eventually got all the way inside.
âBossy,â he grumbled, sitting down on the bench. You got in after him and sat down before closing the curtain that was next to you.
âWhat?â He gave you a pointed look. You knew you were supposed to be beating him at his own game, but you couldnât last. You were throwing in the towel after barely a few flirty lines and were beating yourself over it. Whatever. At least you tried.
âStop fucking around,â you gave his shoulder a shove. âIâm getting real tired of your shit, Munson.â
âAnd what shit are you tired of, sweet thing?â He leaned forward, resting his chin in the palm of his hand.
âI guess Iâm going to have to spell it out for you so your pea sized brain can comprehend it.â Honestly, Eddie kind of liked seeing you like that.
âLay it on me, doll.â He was looking at you so dreamily and you were hating that he was able to tug on your heart.
âI donât like you,â you glared.
âMhm,â he nodded. âGo on.â
âDo you have any regard for anyone but yourself?â Eddie laughed at that. He didnât think it was possible to care about anyone other than himself. It was better that way.
âNo,â he chuckled, with a shake of his head.
âThoughts so.â Of course that was his answer. He was the most selfish person you had ever met.
âWhatâs got your panties in a twist, sugar?â He leaned back, fighting back the grin that was trying to come out on his face.
âYou call women those nicknames because you canât remember their actual names.â That was true, but he had remembered yours. He hadnât forgotten it since the day he met you and swore that he would never forget it.
âI know your name, y/n,â he rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. âItâs like you have no faith in me.â
âI donât. Now stop fucking with me or I swear Iâm going to make sure you can never walk again because your dick is so fucked up.â His cheeks flushed at your comment and he could feel his cock getting hard.
âThatâs hot.â His eyes darkened as he said the words and you couldnât help but feel disgusted at his behavior. Your insults seemed to only make him want you even more.
âAre you actually turned on by this right now?â You were constantly surprised by how much this man seemed to catch you off guard with his words. He always had something out of pocket to say.
âDepends,â he shrugged before leaning forward. âWhy donât you feel my cock to find out?â He winked and you hated how you kind of wanted to take him up on his offer.
âYouâre disgusting,â you scoffed.
âYou love it.â You actually sort of did, but youâd never admit that to him. Youâd die before you let that happen.
âI wouldnât touch your cock with a ten foot pole.â You couldnât give in just yet. Just one more flirty response and you were sure that youâd want to plant one on him right there in the photo booth.
âThatâs fine,â he scooted even closer to you. âYouâd be surprised what I could do with just my tongue.â You could feel yourself getting wet just thinking about it; his lips on yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth, roaming around, making sure that he had tasted every single inch of it.
âYour ego is a little big, isnât it?â It definitely was, but it had taken him so long to build up his self esteem so he wasn't going to let you get to him.
âItâs not the only thing thatâs big,â he winked. âAnd you wouldnât be saying that with my head between your thighs.â You could just picture it and now your underwear was more than damp. How were you going to keep it up if he was able to reel you in so easily.
âBelieve me, your head will never be between my thighs.â Maybe they could be with just a little more convincing. One bat of his lashes and youâd be in his lap, your lips on his.
âYou wanna bet?â You were convinced that you had accidentally ordered an alcoholic drink because you wouldâve had to be drunk in order to think that anything he was suggesting was a good idea.
âAbsolutely not,â you scoffed.
âAfraid youâre gonna lose?â He leaned closer, your faces so close that you could feel his breath hitting your cheeks.
âIâm not afraid of anything.â You leaned even closer, your lips ghosting over his before you leaned back, not wanting to give in just yet.
âI like that in a woman. Does that mean youâre willing to get freaky?â You were more than willing and wondered just how freaky heâd like to get.
âSure,â you shrugged. âBut not with you.â You were getting even more angry that you were imagining all the things you couldâve gotten up to between the sheets.
âAlright, how about this? If you fall for my charms after a month, I win, but if you donât, you win. Winner gets to give the loser a tattoo of their choice.â That actually sounded very intriguing to you. You liked the idea of something you designed being on Eddieâs body.
âThat could be interesting.â You crossed your arms over your chest, a smile appearing on your face as you came up with sketches in your head.
âSo you agree?â
âSure. So which arm do you want the hairy dick on?â He let out a genuine laugh at that and rested a hand on your shoulder.
âLetâs not get too cocky, sweet thing,â he patted your shoulder. âYou havenât won yet.â
âKey word being âyetâ because Iâm so going to kick your ass.â
What you didnât know was that Eddie would have let you win pretty easily if it meant that he got to see your smile. Maybe he was taking it all too far, but just loved the way your face scrunched up in that cute way in response to one of his lines. And the way it was so easy to irritate you and get under your skin.
âYou really need to stop being so mean to me, itâs making me hard.â You looked down and saw that he wasnât lying by the proof that was the tent in his pants. You felt yourself wanting to unbutton his jeans and give him a handy then immediately shook the thought out of your head, giving him one last glare before exiting the booth.
Eddie removed his jacket and covered his boner before following you, trying to catch you before you left. He really needed to win the bet. He never went down without a fight.
He followed you out into the parking lot, picking up the pace to catch with you because damn did you walk fast. He fell into step with you and you rifled through your purse to find your keys.
You had had enough of Eddie and his shit for the day, deciding that it was time for the two of you to go your separate ways. And besides, you had tattoos to sketch because there was no way that he was going to win with how stubborn you were.
You got to your car, Eddie hot on your heels. He moved to stand in front of the driverâs side and leaned against it, making sure his jacket was still covering his front. You were surprised that he hadnât been embarrassed by it at all. In fact, it almost seemed used to it, as if it had been a normal thing for him.
âCan you please move?â You crossed your arms over your chest. Maybe this bet wouldnât be as hard as you thought with how immature he seemed to be.
âNope. Iâm actually pretty comfortable.â You rolled your eyes at his stubbornness then unlocked the car, moving around to the opposite side. You opened the passenger side door and got inside before closing the door. You then climbed over the center console and slid into the driverâs seat before putting the keys into the ignition and starting it up. Eddie whipped around and gestured for you to roll down the window. You flipped him off in response and gave him enough time to move before pulling out of the parking space.
He watched you drive away for the second time and couldn't believe that you still hadnât wanted to go out with him after all the things he had said. He was running out of lines and patience. If he was going to win, he was going to have to do something drastic. Something so unlike him. Unrecognizable. He was going to have to pull out the big guns, even though he wasnât sure what they were. He was willing to do whatever it took to have you be the one under the tattoo gun.
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